jackson lee & ben jenkins return to their roots. equally influenced by detroit warehouse parties & metaphysics of middle-american industrial decay to advance basic channel/deepchord blueprint, morphing dub sound into baroque acid dreamscape.

analog hardware transmission from memphis tennessee. deep acid, sweltering techno and the sound of 808s and 303s sippin sizzurp. on the a side is larry heards protege ben jenkins with his cavernous acid lines. on the flip side, memphis rave mastermind adam arthur emerges with his first original production and mystical label boss jackson lee brings his signature crushed roland drums under a layer of drugged up and downsampled memphis soul. dont drink and drive.

dedicated to the rozelle warehouse, a decrepit building in a forgotten corner of memphis tennessee, where bassbins shook ancient dust from the walls, lives were forever altered, and one guy took way too much acid.

will azada opens with a huge, meaty bleep-chunking stomper. jackson lee comes back on the flip with his glacial dub, looming kicks awash in sub-ambient chords, then shifts from a mood of menace to one of somber longing.